sterile smell
permeates fluorescent hallways
hardened dividing curtains
death drills an emotional well

medicine is
the heaven of hell
neverending suffering
clasped by constant beeping

private moments
spent with futile wishing
the grim reaper visits
souls beg for release

washed out flowers
wilt with their futile wishing
cold hands shake with pained smiles
say goodbye

hospitals taste like metallic death
i hate visiting you.

the people stop and stare
but make no attempt to help
the tiny girl behind the glass
being tortured by her loneliness
personified by the ghosts

they think it is a play
that my shackles are for show
but i am certain that
my rubbed-raw wrists
and tear-stained cheeks
are nothing short of real

im starving but they dont know
that when i yell they laugh
my throat is fading cracks
and my mind is flat blanks
the inky black of night
creeps on my lifeless soul
to kidnap me
take me away
once
and for all.

hard denials and rough tears
ragged sobs and pouring pleas
refusals of callous confessions
create horrible impressions
the change that overcomes
is but the factors of time's sums
quiet submission to mankind
leads you to stay confined

denial of love
you feel you don't deserve
will lead you to be sick of
your own silent unnerve.

we accept the love we think we deserve.

she bent the common objects
into fractures of musical light
of joy and sadness intertwined
she created a place for all things right.

empower
the women
but don't
hurt the men.

love
the choice
but respect
the stay.

believe
your heart
but understand
the brain.

god
doesn't want you
to **** yourself.
/
god
wants to
**** you himself.

to become a human
you must withdraw the love from your veins
and spread it on your face
to clear your skin of sins
you must hold the sorrow in your veins
let it rip your organs out
but despite the pain
hold the gore and smile

to become a human
you must abandon your soul
create a vortex of empty space
a black hole which swallows your heart
to drip ****** tears in the void below
create medals out of normality
in order to keep you sane

to become a human
you must set fire
to what you think makes you different
and laugh, for they are flaws
and while you are never perfect
you're the most normal you have ever been
and that's all that matters to you,
a human.